Our Place

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

There is only the beating of two hearts,
As we walk under a canopy of green;
Sunlight filtering in tiny wisps,
Like rays of hope to be felt and seen.

The birds are muted in reverent awe,
Yet our hearts are full of loving song;
The further we venture into paradise,
The more we find our place to belong.

We walk beside the river of life,
Awed at the force, the might and the will,
And we know that it holds the key to us;
A truth that becomes so mysteriously real.

And there we talk of so many things,
Our hopes for the future, dreams of the past;
Speak with our hearts about what we feel,
It's seems we've found our place at last.

We stand here together, hand in hand,
Longing to linger in the peace of the trees;
On the banks of the river that holds our love,
And all the dreams that loving frees.